They’re asking one even.”“Parking?”“Yes in my building. I don’t know about the one on Brougham. I told my agent to call you.”“He alrea...y did. But I won’t call him until late tomorrow or Thursday. I’m busy with my lawyer for much of tomorrow.”“I understand.”“Anyway, I really need to meet more people. And I acknowledge that I don’t know how one goes about that. I’m not going to join a football club or a discussion group.”“Right. Well, there are other places to meet folks. For example, I can get. Then I can blame Thomas, and maybe get some child support from him, although I am well off, from when your grandparents Clara and Albert died. We all got plenty of money from the estate. The same people who I have had ‘relations’ with couldn’t say anything, or they would be hypocrites, wouldn’t they.”“So that means you planned all of this, responding to my stories, giving me top scores, all so we could move in together and fuck day and night?”Very quietly, she said, “Yes, that is correct!”I. After about 5 minutes, she stopped and looked up at me with her innocent emerald eyes. All her prior nervousness left her, as she looked up and said, "If you don't fuck me tonight, you'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon. And for the rest of your life." She giggled as I began to move. I took off the rest of my clothing, dropping to my knees as well, resting right in front of her. She leaned back and closed her eyes, lifting her legs in the air. Her legs were pressed. " Not a lot to go on." Victor replied."I know." Mr. Andersen grumbled."Mr. Andersen?" Desiree asked, peeking out of the basement. "What's going on?" I talked her out of leaving." Victor whispered by way of explanation."Ah, the 'emergency vacation.'" Mr. Andersen mused. "We'll be down in a moment, Desiree. I think it's safer if you stay there for the time being." Uh, yessir." Desiree replied, disappearing once more down the steps."Phillips, you dog." Mr. Andersen chuckled. "I've seen that look.